Abby dropped the work tablet onto the floor. She hurried to pick it up, dust it off, check for cracks, and slip it into her bookbag. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She shot Alicia a harsh look of warning. “He hasn’t done anything to me.”
Alicia upped the water pressure coming through the faucet. The pounding of water in the glass sink almost drowned out their conversation. Just what she wanted.
“He makes you uncomfortable. That’s enough.”
“Of course he makes me uncomfortable,” Abby snapped. Her cherry red nails scraped the counter as she quickly turned around and checked her immaculately done braids. “He makes everyone uncomfortable.”
“Has he threatened you?”
“He threatens everyone.”
“You know what I mean.”
Abby stood back up. “If you’re asking if he’s touched me, no. Fuck, no!” The way she recoiled made Alicia feel sick, too. “He’s asked to, though. Do you know how grateful I was that I didn’thave be his assistant? When your wife told me that I was being reassigned, I was… God, I wasn’t sure if I would have to quit. You know why your father-in-law doesn’t have his own official assistant? Because they all quit.”
“The Clayborns do work for him all the time.” A fact Alicia didn’t like to think about.
Abby laughed. “The Clayborns? They’re a trip. Nigel is such a loser. He’ll pull down his pants if you tell him to.” When Alicia made a disgusted face, her assistant continued, “Okay, maybe not literally.”
“And Ms. Clayborn?” Alicia had spent weeks thinking the woman was shy and retiring. Now, she wasn’t so sure. “What’s her deal?”
That was the most harrowing frown Alicia had ever seen on that countenance. “There’s something not right about her.”
“What do you mean?”
Dark eyes shifted back and forth before finally settling on Alicia again. “She and her brother have been working for Ms. Moreau’s father for a couple of years. The first year, everything was about what you would expect. They were reserved but diligent. Good assistants, I guess. I didn’t talk to them much except to go over daily appointments. But then… shit, I shouldn’t say it.”
“Say it.” Water still poured into the sink.
“Fine.” Abby breathed in deeply. “About a year ago, Sarah started acting strange. She took a few sick days. Fine. Whatever. Her brother got really uptight. Ms. Moreau’s father became super frustrated with them both and almost fired Nigel. Then Sarah showed up one day looking like she had been carjacked. Just really fucked up looking. She only stayed long enough to ask for some personal time off. She took a whole month. When she came back, she was like a stone wall. She hasn’t gotten much better since.”
“Shit.” Alicia turned off the faucet. “Any idea what had happened?”
“No. Nobody ever asked. But since then, Nigel is usually the one who does things for Russell Moreau. It used to be about 50/50 between them. Sarah won’t go near him.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Alicia thanked her assistant for all her help that day. It certainly gave Alicia a lot of food for thought… and confirmed more than one shitty suspicion about what was going on in her supposedly happy new family.I’m not bringing a baby into this world as long as that man is up to no good.Those shares couldn’t be transferred to Alicia soon enough.
“Am I hurting you?” The gruff voice in her ear only made Alicia more aroused. Why was she talking about pain when they were making love?Damnit, Danica. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“The only way you’re hurting me is by teasing me until I go crazy.” Alicia’s legs wrapped so tightly around her wife’s waist that she felt more than a little pain course through her thighs. “Fuck me, damnit.”
Danica let herself go, hips undulating against Alicia as the strap-on slipped effortlessly in and out of her. It was their first time having sex like this since the scare a few days ago.I took more than a little care of her since then, though.Alicia was no stranger to attacking her wife’s clothes the moment she had some downtime. Nor was she a stranger to Danica demanding that Alicia do something about her clothes.
This, though? This was long overdue. Alicia’s hormones were so far off the charts that they were in a different filing cabinet. While they both agreed it was a good idea to refrain from roughsex for a little while longer, Alicia was so wet for her that every time she opened her damned mouth to ask if she was okay…I know I should appreciate how much she cares, even when her toys are the size of my head, but come on!
“Someone’s eager,” Danica grumbled, holding her wife’s arms above her head. She closed her eyes and rolled against the thrusts. “Good to know you missed me, too, my pet.”
My pet. Shit, it had been too long since she heard that. Didn’t matter how much Alicia wore her collar. Increasingly, it felt like a mere necklace.To think, she wanted me to be her submissive housewife in the beginning.Alicia had transcended that moniker. She had quickly risen in the ranks of controlling interest shareholders. Not to mention the whole Mrs. Moreau thing that commanded more than a little respect wherever she went.
Sometimes, though, she just wanted to be Danica’s pet.
Danica nipped the ring hanging from her wife’s collar. “I can’t wait to get you in our new sanctuary.”
That’s what they called the two-bedroom apartment they purchased. It was a pretty place, located a few blocks away. Danica was overseeing most of the remodeling of the bedrooms. Alicia would have her chance to remodel the rest of it when she had time.
Their sanctuary. The one place they could go for peace and quiet – and lots of kinky play, of course – when business was too much and when this penthouse was crawling with noisy, demanding kids and their nannies.Sounds like a faraway dream. Alicia would have to be content with writhing against Danica’s hips for now.
